The Monster

I’ve heard so much about.

They tell me not to meet it,

But I want to, not doubt.

It calls to me desiring,

Like a soft cooing voice.

"Meet me just once,

It’s not your loved ones choice".

I want to meet this monster,

be with it, have no fear.

Say that I am "fine",

Pushing away those that hold me dear.

The monster wants to clutch me,

Hold me within its walls.

The comfort I beg for,

The desire, it calls.

I desire the monster,

To become my own.

I want to reach its high,

falling, knowing that I’ve flown.